Best Dedicationdeath Poems
Sophie's sweat
landscapes
the claret red horizon
thick serum
trickles
from a Sickroom -
a death ward
where cracked knuckles
spatter the fjords
moistening the planks;
bathing the laths of anxiety
‘neath
marquis de sade stumps
Norwegian expressions of death -
agoraphobia
murdering actuality;
the Dance of Life
rapidly burns
as a funeral pyre of Ashes are
seized from
your tribe’s headstone
the stench of brother’s legacy
replaces
a protected breath
and a Dead Mother can
descry muted
caterwauls
between
the Clock and the Bed
the two guardians of quietus
merely exit
this clotted bridge
contemptuously -
in soured and
staled
delight
" Another Special Blessing "
Another Special Blessing on this beautiful morning
the golden sun is kissing her graceful smiling face
she is patiently awaiting entrance to gods great kingdom
soon he will come and take her soul through his loving grace.
Her death was standing ready right next to her bed
medical gadgets and machines were scattered all around
I was praying and hoping while looking down at her
my sad face had heartfelt tears slowly running down.
I held her hand and kissed it while standing next to her
for this sudden death to come and do its final worst
I felt a hand of warming comfort rest upon my shoulder
I slowly turned and I was hugged by her precious nurse.
She said she is fading quickly, but she is in no pain
this precious nurse with heartfelt love to me she softly said
"she got to have her family and lived a good long life
she is going to god's kingdom eternity straight ahead.
I made her room my first stop on this beautiful morning
I was there to help her to live another day
seeing that she was tired and with so little strength
I gave myself a moment and I bowed my head to pray.
I opened up her window to let the morning in
god's precious gift of nature I wanted her to see
a golden ray of sunshine coming from the sky
the hand of god had finally come to set this woman free."
This precious nurse had hugged me while we were standing there
she left me with a big warm smile as she walked away
I was feeling her compassion with her heartfelt love
This precious nurse is Another Special Blessing on this ending day...
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i feel nothing but death is sublime
solution to this pitiless lost soul.
the time has come for an answer
to these questions of like and death.
Surrounded by beautiful death of winter,
what life is left? its waiting til spring
to be reborn. can i be reborn? could
i have a better life? no more pain,
no more manic and depression
unraveling me slowly, driving,
driving me crazy, i wish for nothing but
a wooden box in which i would fit and
a gravedigger to dig the pit. no family
needed maybe just the crows.
The difference between life from death is that
I believe we all should try to live the best that you
can here on earth. Some do not, they live in violence
and they hurt other people, and just don't care.
They have no remorse for anybody but themselves.
I really don't think these people deserve a chance, not unless
they want it. Now death will come and take care of you.
The good will get some kind of reward, the bad will only get
what they deserve. My point is that we don't know when our
time is up on earth. So be generous and giving and good things
will come your way, sooner or later.
I wrote this poem shortly after his death on January 17, 2008.
Bobby Fisher, chess savant and master
Unparalleled among the best that played.
A champion, a genius, destroyer
Of chess opponents, this day passed away.
You either loved him or abhorred the man.
There wasn’t middle ground. His time had come.
Eccentricities never lost his fans.
I am the proof, e pluribus Unum.
In life his brief existence was tragic
Perhaps in death we’ll gain understanding
Of genius. Chess his forte, his magic
Preoccupation gave us deepening
Enlightenment of Caissa, his mentor.
His spirit now with her forevermore.